The garden is starting to turn in to the cottagey-tumbly space that Alan and I envisioned.

Joy and Tarran make a mean pizza.

Ellis is made of strong stuff.

We met a very handsome chicken.

I made a cushion cover. It took an hour and a half and no grumbling (except at the ironing). Definitely the way forward for soft furnishings. (Sorry, knitting.)

Flora has learned to climb trees.

Alan and I heard brass bands play in the grounds of a ruined abbey. It was fabulous.

I prefer the previous name.